Schools are also a focus (COVID-19 issues) as many struggle to remain open for in-person learning — but a lack of money isn’t the problem. Much of the $190 billion that Congress authorized for schools earlier in the pandemic has yet to be used. In a majority of states, less than 20% of the federal money had been spent by the end of November, according to data from the US Department of Education.
From Fast Company, January 12, 2022, a four minute read. This piece on interviewing is up there with the best of them!
“Cultures evolve over time, generations even, and it takes enormous and holistic effort to truly change a culture. Hiring managers need to be realistic about what the day-to-day is in their organization and on this particular team. While you might be thinking you don’t want to scare away great talent, don’t worry: Your culture will do that handily if the “IRL” situation isn’t what you sold. (join a company, quit a boss). To get the fit right, managers need to both objectively assess and reflect their workplace while getting to the heart of what makes a candidate tick.”
Where is the leadership in the NFL? If it genuinely cared about striking a leader image among the players and its communities, it would toss players out of the organization who practiced domestic violence, were convicted of substance abuse, developed a reputation for unnecessary violence in the game, and had a penchant for similar behaviors that would be cause for termination.
I understand the organization wants to leave decision making to individual teams and team management. However, there has to be a higher level set of ethics and standards that is an overarching mandate for all teams. It is no different than corporations requiring its operating locations to operate within corporate-wide ethics and standards.
Where is the zero tolerance policy for this $12+ billion industry?
The league has a huge, highly visible, leadership role in the sports world and in communities.
There are a number of players who set great examples for their teams, on the field, and in their communities. There are!
Fred says he’s going to make this into a sign for his man cave. The phrase, “I had some Drinks with my Drinks” originated from an incident some years ago with the state police at a traffic stop at about 10:30 pm on a well traveled two lane country road, a state highway.
Fred had the out of town family in for the holiday… his two sons, their girls, and another couple, all thirty something (not Fred). The agenda for the weekend — beach, boating, grilling and a steady diet of libations.
Eating out was on the schedule one evening so the group, in two cars, drove to the beach to a waterfront restaurant. From Fred’s home it was 15 miles of country road, no stop signs, no lights, to get there, to include passing over a 65 foot high bridge that spanned the eastern intercoastal waterway (ICW). Fred was driving, and had a few over the course of the day. At dinner a couple more.
On the return home, they reach the apex of the ICW bridge, Fred’s car is leading, only to see a State Police traffic checkpoint on the down-hill side, at the bottom of the hill … a country road, no place to go, no turnoff, no place to hide, 10:30 at night.
Fred is stopped, surrenders his license and registration only to hear the officer say, “It smells of alcohol in here”. Fred’s son is in the back seat hurriedly kicking an empty 16oz can of Four Loko under the seat. Another passenger is hiding an open container.
Officer: Where are you coming from?
Fred: Dinner along the waterfront.
Officer: Did you have anything to drink?
(And at this point, out of Fred’s mouth, is born a phrase which continues to be retold hundreds of times and remains infamous among his family and friends, and may very well appear on Fred’s headstone)
Fred: nervous, (meaning to say I had a drink with my dinner) responds to the officer, “I had some drinks with my drinks”.
From the back seat from another family member comes an audibly clear, “Oh no!”
Officer: I’ll be right back.
He returns with a breathalyzer, Fred gets tested. The officer momentarily returns to his cruiser, comes back with Fred’s papers and says, I’m letting you go, drive carefully. Fred thought he would hear, “step out of the car son”. He envisioned a ride to the slammer. Amazingly enough, the second family car made it through the checkpoint as well.
One would say that Ubers should have been used for that evening. Where Fred lived there were no Ubers.
Millionaire Senator Joe Manchin, D. West Virginia, torpedoed not only the billionaire tax, but also, potentially, the entirety of President Biden’s social infrastructure agenda.
Manchin’s push back won him praise from billionaires such as Ken Langone, who told CNBC in November: “I’m going to have one of the biggest fundraisers I’ve ever had for him. He’s special. He’s precious. He’s a great American.” (CNN
Maybe bought off?
West Virginia, among the poorest states in the USA, ranks 44th in Real Per Capita Income (Chamber of Commerce).
There is a man-cave type “For Sale” sign in a garage: “Year: Any. Model: Congress. Phone: Special Interest Groups.”
The Blog has no opinion on the Build Back Better bill. It seems like the more one reads about it the tougher it is to find the truth, and corruption.
This may be new “stuff” however it “sounds like” smart, informed, caring and balanced leadership and management, which seldom fails. And I don’t know how far into the future this perspective really is, maybe more like today.
Of course there ARE factors that can complicate the best businesses (government, political, competitor, markets, etc.) however it is hard to beat smart leadership and management.
Good guidance for those employed and those searching and those leading …
I have a friend that recently interviewed for a new position. It was a phone interview to start.
The call went well, she said the chemistry as far as she could tell was good, and at the end of the interview the company contact said she would let her know either way the following week. She informed him she was in the final ten candidates out of a starting pool of 150.
The following week came and went. No call. How hard is it to make a followup call? How hard is it to do what you say your going to do? How can you tell someone you are going to do something and not do it?
That my be indicative of a company one might not want to work for.
While were are on the subject of interviews… the interviewee should interview the company as well… good questions to ask…
“Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.” The text below is borrowed from a friend. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit Grandma on the day my brother dropped the bomb: “There is no Santa Claus,” he jeered. “Even dummies know that!”
My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her “world-famous” cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. “No Santa Claus?” she snorted, “Ridiculous! Don’t believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let’s go.”
“Go? Go where, Grandma?” I asked. I hadn’t even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. “Where” turned out to be Kirby’s General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. “Take this money,” she said, “and buy something for someone who needs it. I’ll wait for you in the car.” Then she turned and walked out of Kirby’s.
I was only eight years old. I’d often gone shopping with my mother, but I had never shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.
For a few moments, I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock’s grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn’t have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn’t have a cough; he didn’t have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat! I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that.
“Is this a Christmas present for someone?” the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied shyly. “It’s for Bobby.” The nice lady smiled at me as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn’t get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, “To Bobby, From Santa Claus” on it. Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker’s house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa’s helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby’s house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. “All right, Santa Claus,” she whispered, “get going.”
I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door, and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally, it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven’t dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering beside my Grandma in Bobby Decker’s bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were — ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team. I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95 . May you always have LOVE to share, HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care… And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!
The 61-year-old running for a local county commission office in a deeply conservative district has a chequered past. Doles has been to prison twice, per The Atlanta Journal-Constitution.
He served four years in prison in 1993 after being convicted on federal charges related to the beating of a Black man in Maryland. In 2003, he was arrested on federal firearms charges and spent four more years in prison.